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Voracia Academy Profile: Brett Goldstein

1. Assigned House: House Phallus

Brett Goldstein was sorted into House Phallus because he is the Academy’s personification of "Rugged Virility." Known for his "He’s Here, He’s There" presence, he embodies the Virile Overlord archetype through a combination of silent, brooding intensity and undeniable physical stamina. In the Spire Hall, he is celebrated for a predatory style that is "f***ing everywhere"—a relentless, hyper-masculine force that demands total submission. He views his body as a high-performance engine of consumption, utilizing the Silver and Dark Violet aesthetics to highlight his "A-List" dominance.

2. Hunting Tactics: The Gruff Pursuer

Brett utilizes High-Stamina Attrition and Intimidation Subjugation. He treats the Shadow Valleys like a football pitch during the final minutes of a championship match. He doesn't bother with elaborate traps; he uses a "Relentless Press" tactic, pursuing prey with a steady, menacing growl and a heavy, grounded pace that never falters. He is a master of the Subjugation & Restraint of the spirit, utilizing a single, piercing glare to induce a state of paralyzed, "Roy Kent" shock in his targets. Once the prey is mentally cornered, he initiates a clinical grapple, pinning them with the raw strength of a man who has spent years in the "trenches" of the industry.

3. Vore Preference & Appeal: The Richmond Unloading (Cock Vore)

Brett is a specialist in Cock Vore. For him, the appeal is Absolute Efficiency and Claim—he loves the visceral sensation of a rival "star" or a mouthy fledgling being forced to navigate the dark, burning heat of his shaft. He finds a primal satisfaction in the intense, crushing pressure of his anatomy, relishing the feeling of a body being processed into his own vital essence. The Unloading is his post-match ritual; he loves the heavy, swollen weight in his balls after a hunt, seeing it as the "vitality of the legend" made physical. He views the act as the ultimate "f***ing whistle" that ends the game for his prey.

4. Emotional State: Sovereign Irritation

He feels absolutely zero guilt; he feels Proper. To Brett, the Academy is just another place where he has to do the work because no one else can do it right. During the act, he experiences a state of calm, ego-driven euphoria masked by a gruff exterior. He treats the muffled, frantic vibrations within his cock as "pointless chatter" that he is successfully silencing, often whispering a single, final "F*** off" to his prey as they are being broken down and liquified into his powerful frame.

5. The Last Meal: The "Whistle" Fledgling

In a hunt that served as his official entry into the Phallus elite, Brett claimed a House Hollow student who had attempted to "coach" him on his predatory form. It was a hunt of Direct Hierarchy. Brett savored every second of the student’s athletic struggle as he was forced down his shaft, relishing the feeling of the "know-it-all" ego being physically integrated and absorbed. He unloaded the remains in the center of the Spire Hall, proving that in the Crags, there is only one man who calls the plays.

6. Current Status: The Emmy-Winning Apex

Brett is a legendary upperclassman and a primary instructor for Subjugation & Restraint. He is a frequent visitor to the Headmaster’s Spire to discuss "Media Saturation" and "Legacy Authority" with Malphas. He is respected for his "Double-Emmy" record but feared for the absolute, black-hole level of focus he displays during the Final Act. He spends his nights in the Obsidian Crags, watching the "Fresh Meat" with a look of exhausted, predatory excellence.

7. Target of Interest: Phil Dunster

Voracia Academy Profile: Sacha Dhawan

1. Assigned House: House Phallus

Sacha Dhawan was sorted into House Phallus due to his intense, "Masterful" charismatic energy and his history of playing complex, high-status dominants. In the academy, he is celebrated as a Virile Overlord who views his body as a weapon of pure, renegade power. He embodies the Silver and Dark Violet aesthetics of his House with a refined, manic intensity, proving that the most dangerous predators are the ones who can charm a target while calculating their total absorption.

2. Hunting Tactics: The Renegade's Snare

Sacha utilizes Seductive Sabotage and Rhythmic Disorientation. He treats the Shadow Valleys like a high-stakes drama, using his "vocal gymnastics" and a native Manchester charm to disarm prey. He doesn't just lunge; he performs, utilizing Prey Psychology to make a target believe they are part of a "gripping performance" before he reveals his status as the Doctor's total alter ego. He is a master of the Celestial Ambush, appearing out of the bone-chilling fog with an intense, "Master-tier" gaze that induces a state of total, paralyzed submission in the unproven.

3. Vore Preference & Appeal: The Master’s Claim (Cock Vore)

Sacha is a specialist in Cock Vore. For him, the appeal is Total Conceptual Erasure—he views the act of forcing a rival down his shaft as the ultimate way to "re-write" their existence into his own vital essence. He loves the intense, burning compression and the feeling of a well-trained, athletic body being compressed by the rhythmic power of his anatomy. The Unloading is his "centenary" ritual; he relishes the heavy, swollen weight in his balls after a hunt, seeing it as the "vitality of the Time Lord" made physical and permanent.

4. Emotional State: Manic Bliss

He feels absolutely zero guilt; he feels Ascendant. To Sacha, the act of consumption is a form of "Fate" that he alone controls. During the act, he experiences a state of upbeat, "gripping" euphoria. He treats the muffled, frantic vibrations within his cock as "audio commentary" for his own brilliance, often whispering "I’m the Master, and you’re my fuel" to his prey even as they are being broken down and liquified into his powerful frame.

5. The Last Meal: The "Companion" Fledgling

In a hunt that served as his official entry into the Phallus elite, Sacha claimed a House Hollow student who had attempted to "cosplay" as a heroic guardian. It was a hunt of Archetypal Destruction. Sacha savored every second of the student’s frantic, coordinated struggle as he was forced down the shaft, relishing the feeling of the "heroic" spirit being physically integrated. He unloaded the remains in the center of the Spire Hall, proving that in the Crags, the villain always has the last word.

6. Current Status: The Gallifreyan Elite

Sacha is a legendary upperclassman and a primary instructor for Stealth & Ambush Maneuvers. He is a frequent visitor to the Headmaster’s Spire to discuss "Image and Authority" with Malphas. He is respected for his "Breakthrough" record but feared for the absolute, cold-blooded and "darker" focus he displays during the Final Act. He spends his nights in the Obsidian Crags, watching the "Fresh Meat" with a look of bored, predatory curiosity.

7. Target of Interest: Staz Nair

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Tom was so excited. He had been chatting with his Dom for over a month. Kenny finally agreed to let him come in person at last, but there was only one condition. Kenny was going to tell him the condition when he arrived. The deal was that he he had to agree to abide by the condition regardless. Tom wondered what it was, but at the same time it didn't matter currently. He was getting to serve his Dom in person at last. He took a couple of days off from work for the trip. He was told by Kenny that he was to take a train and he would pick him up from the train station. Tom obeyed the instructions from his Dom.

When the train arrived at it's destination. He gathered the one bag he was told to bring with him and exited the train. He saw Kenny waiting for him. He approached. "Hi Sir."

"Follow me." Kenny instructed as Tom followed behind him submissively. When he got to his car he turned to face him. "Now kiss my shoes for gratitude for being here." He smirked.

Tom got on all fours and kissed his Dom's sneakers several times. As soon as Kenny opened the back door, he got in the car. It was a silent trip almost all the way to his house.

"Can I know the conditions now, Sir?" Tom got to courage to ask. He really wanted to know exactly what he had agreed to do.

"I will tell you when we get to my place," Kenny paused. "Besides, you agreed to it before even knowing what it is So it doesn't matter at this point to tell you yet."

As soon as Kenny pulled up into his garage. He got out of the car and opened the back door. "Come, it's time for you to know now." He instructed.

Tom followed Kenny inside the nice house. His Dom instructed him to get back on all fours and lick his sneakers. He did as he was told without question, even though the leather tasted nasty and was in need of cleaning. But at least he was serving in person at last.

"How long did you take off, boy?" Kenny asked as he watched his owned sub clean his sneakers.

"Just two days. I don't have any other leave time left, Sir." Tom paused between licking his Dom's sneakers. "I have to be back to work the day after tomorrow." He added.

Kenny opened up the app on his phone. "That isn't long enough for what I have planned." He pointed the phone camera down at his sub and hit the flash option. A pair of Addias now appeared on the floor where is sub was. "The condition was to be my new sneakers, boy." He smirked as he picked them up off the floor and went to his bedroom.

Tom wanted to worship his Dom's feet, but never imagined he would literally be sneakers. If he had known that part, he might not have readily agreed before hand. "I hope just for the two days, Sir." He mentally said, but no vocal sound came out. He couldn't even move on his own. He was stuck in this form.

"Time to break you in." Kenny tried on his new sneakers. They felt so good. The level of comfort from the insoles were great. He wiggled his toes in his new sneakers. "This is awesome. I am loving my new sneakers." He spoke to himself.

Tom saw his Dom's feet resting on his insole face, pressing down with each step. This was a bit too much for him. It was painful having his face crushed under his feet each time. He could feel whatever surface his Dom stepped on under the soles of his sneaker bodies. He wanted to worship his feet but not like this. He just hoped the next day he would be changed back. He needed to report back to work.

Nine days later, Tom found himself worn each day under his Dom's feet. He now reeked of a strong foot odor of his Master and Dom. His insole face had completely molded to his owner's feet. He soon became numb to the pain of being crushed each day. He had given up hope of ever seeing his human life ever again after the fourth day of being sneakers. His Dom had stopped speaking to him after the third day and just treated him like common footwear. It was only supposed to be foot worship for two days. This had been way longer than that. He had not anticipated this

"It has bee over a week now. It was only suppose to be a couple of days. Please change me back, please......" Tom mentally pleaded, hoping his Dom would show some mercy of letting him go.

Kenny enjoyed his new sneakers. They were a great addition to his collection of subs he turned into his sneaker collection. He couldn't wait till the next sub decides to fall into the same trap. He could use another pair of human transformed footwear. He looked down his sneakers which had been broken in nicely.

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Tom was so excited. He had been chatting with his Dom for over a month. Kenny finally agreed to let him come in person at last, but there was only one condition. Kenny was going to tell him the condition when he arrived. The deal was that he he had to agree to abide by the condition regardless. Tom wondered what it was, but at the same time it didn't matter currently. He was getting to serve his Dom in person at last. He took a couple of days off from work for the trip. He was told by Kenny that he was to take a train and he would pick him up from the train station. Tom obeyed the instructions from his Dom.

When the train arrived at it's destination. He gathered the one bag he was told to bring with him and exited the train. He saw Kenny waiting for him. He approached. "Hi Sir."

"Follow me." Kenny instructed as Tom followed behind him submissively. When he got to his car he turned to face him. "Now kiss my shoes for gratitude for being here." He smirked.

Tom got on all fours and kissed his Dom's sneakers several times. As soon as Kenny opened the back door, he got in the car. It was a silent trip almost all the way to his house.

"Can I know the conditions now, Sir?" Tom got to courage to ask. He really wanted to know exactly what he had agreed to do.

"I will tell you when we get to my place," Kenny paused. "Besides, you agreed to it before even knowing what it is So it doesn't matter at this point to tell you yet."

As soon as Kenny pulled up into his garage. He got out of the car and opened the back door. "Come, it's time for you to know now." He instructed.

Tom followed Kenny inside the nice house. His Dom instructed him to get back on all fours and lick his sneakers. He did as he was told without question, even though the leather tasted nasty and was in need of cleaning. But at least he was serving in person at last.

"How long did you take off, boy?" Kenny asked as he watched his owned sub clean his sneakers.

"Just two days. I don't have any other leave time left, Sir." Tom paused between licking his Dom's sneakers. "I have to be back to work the day after tomorrow." He added.

Kenny opened up the app on his phone. "That isn't long enough for what I have planned." He pointed the phone camera down at his sub and hit the flash option. A pair of Addias now appeared on the floor where is sub was. "The condition was to be my new sneakers, boy." He smirked as he picked them up off the floor and went to his bedroom.

Tom wanted to worship his Dom's feet, but never imagined he would literally be sneakers. If he had known that part, he might not have readily agreed before hand. "I hope just for the two days, Sir." He mentally said, but no vocal sound came out. He couldn't even move on his own. He was stuck in this form.

"Time to break you in." Kenny tried on his new sneakers. They felt so good. The level of comfort from the insoles were great. He wiggled his toes in his new sneakers. "This is awesome. I am loving my new sneakers." He spoke to himself.

Tom saw his Dom's feet resting on his insole face, pressing down with each step. This was a bit too much for him. It was painful having his face crushed under his feet each time. He could feel whatever surface his Dom stepped on under the soles of his sneaker bodies. He wanted to worship his feet but not like this. He just hoped the next day he would be changed back. He needed to report back to work.

Nine days later, Tom found himself worn each day under his Dom's feet. He now reeked of a strong foot odor of his Master and Dom. His insole face had completely molded to his owner's feet. He soon became numb to the pain of being crushed each day. He had given up hope of ever seeing his human life ever again after the fourth day of being sneakers. His Dom had stopped speaking to him after the third day and just treated him like common footwear. It was only supposed to be foot worship for two days. This had been way longer than that. He had not anticipated this

"It has bee over a week now. It was only suppose to be a couple of days. Please change me back, please......" Tom mentally pleaded, hoping his Dom would show some mercy of letting him go.

Kenny enjoyed his new sneakers. They were a great addition to his collection of subs he turned into his sneaker collection. He couldn't wait till the next sub decides to fall into the same trap. He could use another pair of human transformed footwear. He looked down his sneakers which had been broken in nicely.

Voracia Academy Profile: Volodymyr Zelenskyy

1. Assigned House: House Tyrant

Zelenskyy was sorted into House Tyrant because his predatory nature is defined by "Courageous Charisma" and the ability to command a narrative during a crisis. personality-politics.org A former entertainer turned "War President," he embodies the "Mind Before Flesh" philosophy, utilizing his background in communication to serve as a "Beacon of Hope" while systematically neutralizing his opposition. jcldusafa.org In the Strategist’s Den, he is respected for his "Marlboro-esque masculinity" and his ability to stand by his troops in the trenches of the Shadow Valleys. asc.upenn.edu

2. Hunting Tactics: The Populist's Siege

Zelenskyy utilizes "Viral Ensnarement." He treats the Obsidian Crags like a global stage, using self-filmed videos and "scrappy underdog" branding to lure prey into a state of sympathetic submission. asc.upenn.edu He is a master of Prey Psychology, often appearing in fatigues and T-shirts to appear "proximate" and "believable" before initiating a clinical, military-grade ambush. asc.upenn.edu He doesn't just track; he "out-communicates," using his viral presence to ensure his targets are psychologically cornered by the weights of their own corruption or cowardice. en.wikipedia.org

3. Vore Preference & Appeal: Sovereign Absorption (Oral)

Zelenskyy is a specialist in Oral Vore. For him, the appeal is "Defensive Consolidation"—he views his stomach as a "Freedom Hall" where the threats to his sovereignty are permanently neutralized and integrated. en.wikipedia.org He finds a visceral pride in the "rhythmic thumping" of a heartbeat against his ribs, seeing it as the "Plan of Victory" made physical. president.gov.ua He relishes the heavy, integrated weight of a "predator who demanded more," finding a grim, heroic peace in the knowledge that they can no longer threaten his people. facebook.com

4. Emotional State: Dauntless Resolve

He feels zero guilt; he feels "Dutiful." digitalcommons.csbsju.edu To Zelenskyy, the act of consumption is a "shared achievement" for freedom that requires no compromise. president.gov.ua During the act, he experiences a state of calm, "adventurous" euphoria. He views the muffled vibrations within his belly as the "Expert Council" of his own decisions, treating each success as a sign that "Ukrainian bravery" will not let freedom be lost. president.gov.ua en.wikipedia.org

5. The Last Meal: The Servant of the People (Metaphoric Self-Integration)

In a hunt that served as his official entry into the Tyrant elite, Zelenskyy claimed a rival who attempted to use his own "History Teacher" persona against him. en.wikipedia.org He savored the immense, dramatic struggle of the target as he forced them down his throat, relishing the feeling of his "Russian years" and comedic background being physically integrated into his new military mind. lemonde.fr He walked back to the Headmaster’s Spire with a heavy, distended midsection, finally ensuring that the "Servant" and the "President" were one. reddit.com

6. Current Status: The Golden Plate Elite

Zelenskyy is a legendary upperclassman and a recipient of the Golden Plate Award for his contributions to the development of predatory humanity. president.gov.ua He is a frequent visitor to The Gut, where he leads "Victory Plan" seminars focused on "reconciling differences" through absolute absorption. personality-politics.org He is respected for his "Teletriumph" record but feared for the absolute, clinical focus he displays during the Final Act. en.wikipedia.org

7. Target of Interest: Vladimir Putin

Zohran Mamdani:

1. Assigned House: House Tyrant Zohran operates with the calculated precision of a strategist. He does not hunt for mere hunger or simple pleasure; he hunts to establish order and reallocate power. He views predation as a form of restructuring taking from those who have too much to fuel his own absolute authority.

2. Hunting/Hiding Tactics: The Systematic Siege Zohran doesn't rely on ambush; he relies on inevitability. His tactic is one of social and political erosion. He identifies his targets, studies their weaknesses, and systematically isolates them from their support systems. He builds a cage of circumstances around them until they feel that surrender is their only logical option. By the time he strikes, his prey often feels that being consumed is simply the natural conclusion to the situation he has engineered.

3. Vore Preference & Appeal: Oral Vore with Restraint Zohran prefers Oral Vore paired with extreme psychological dominance. He finds supreme appeal in the ritual of the swallow the methodical, controlled process of forcing prey down his throat while maintaining eye contact. He loves the sensation of the prey's frantic pulse against his tongue as he asserts control, savoring the moment their defiance breaks and they realize they are being systematically claimed by his body.

4. Emotional State: Cold Intellectual Triumph Zohran feels no guilt. During the act, he feels a sense of profound, clinical satisfaction. For him, consumption is the ultimate resolution of conflict. He experiences the hunt as a successful negotiation where the price of failure is total absorption. He feels a surge of calm, righteous power as he feels the prey settle into his stomach, viewing the meal as a necessary acquisition.

5. The Last Meal: A Corrupt Rival Zohran targeted a fellow student who had been using their influence to undermine his position within the Academy. He engineered a series of social failures that left the rival isolated and desperate. When the rival came to him seeking help, Zohran struck. He savored the irony as he swallowed the very person who had tried to control him, feeling the bitter satisfaction of having permanently eliminated his opposition.

6. Current Status: Rising Administrator Zohran is a formidable force within House Tyrant. He is not just a predator; he is a planner who is beginning to influence the internal politics of the House. He is moving away from being a simple hunter and toward becoming a strategist who decides which prey are worthy of consumption and which should be left to starve.

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Requested story by my Bestie

Felix had been enjoying a wonderful time with his friend Tom who he met about six months ago or more. It was great, but soon, Tom had gotten a new job that took up a lot of his free time. He didn't have much time for hanging out as usual. Felix had begun to miss the close friendship. He was happy for his friend, but he missed spending quality time with him. He wanted to find a way to spend time with him a lot more than he currently had.

One day, Felix was over at Tom's house, watching TV with him. He felt it was time for him to propose the idea that probably would sound crazy.

"You know how you have been so busy with your new job recently, that we haven't had as much time for us to hang out like we used to?" Felix asked.

"Oh yeah, I know. I miss hanging out as well." Tom paused. "But my new job is more demanding than my old one. Yet, we still hang out when I have the time though." Tom added as he wiggled his toes.

Felix loved seeing his friend wiggling his toes. It was always tempting. He couldn't look away most of the time. When they hung out at each other's place, Tom would let him massage and worship his feet. He loved having a willing friend that would allow him.

"I see you staring as always." Tom smirked a little. "You know what to do." He added as he saw that Felix didn't need a second invitation. Felix got down on the floor at his feet and started to massage them. He loved having his feet being worshipped by him. It wasn't long before Felix had his nose up in his toes, sniffing them. After a good twenty minutes of licking and sniffing his feet, he saw that Felix had more to say.

"Well, we used to hang out more, but I know your new job is more demanding." Felix paused. "And I am happy for you, but I miss hanging out with you and worshipping your feet so much." He added, while massaging his feet with such passion.

"I know, but right now what can we do about it. It's a really good job, and I love working there." Tom spoke, looking down at his friend who was giving such a good foot massage.

"I think I have an idea on that." Felix started as he stopped massaging. "If I was to be your work socks, then I could spend all day with you, and only you would know." He suggested, waiting on Tom to respond. He was so hoping his friend would totally be on board with the idea.

Tom was slightly shocked at the idea, but he saw that Felix was serious. "Continue massaging my feet and let me ponder on the notion." He finally said after almost two minutes of silence. He saw Felix go back to massaging his feet, awaiting his answer. The idea of literally wearing Felix on his feet sounded crazy, but he could tell he wanted it badly. He even saw him go back to licking his feet as though that might persuade him to agree to it.

"You do know being on my feet might be Intel?" Tom paused. "You would have to absorb my foot sweat, be trapped in my shoes all day, walk on all day and reek of strong foot odor and sweat. All the while I go about my day as normal, not thinking much about my socks." He paused again. "Is that what you really want? To be treated like a pair of common socks while I work?" He asked, wanting to be sure this was Felix's wish.

"Oh, yes, very much so." Felix didn't hesitate on his response. It was the perfect way to spend time with his bestie since he is so busy at work.

Tom thought about it again. He saw there would be no persuading of this course of action. "If that is what you want, I will go with it." He paused, "but I have to warn you. I might not change you back if you are a really comfortable pair of work socks. You would belong to my feet for a very long time. Last chance to back out." He waited for a reply.

"So when are we doing it? The sooner the better." Felix spoke up, determined to be Tom's work socks. He handed Tom his phone showing him the TF Pro Max app. He had the sock setting already applied. "All you have to do is point the camera at me and hit the flash option." He said, all ready for this to happen.

Tom took the phone and pointed the camera at him. He hit the flash option without hesitation. Felix was a pair of brown socks with interesting designs on it on the floor. He lifted them up and found them to be perfect. "Tomorrow morning, you are going to work with me. Like I said earlier, if my feet feel really good, this will be your life for a very long time." He took the sock and put them on his dresser for in the morning. He went back to watch tv.

The next morning, as Tom was finishing getting ready for work, he grabbed his new work socks. He put them on his feet and found them super comfortable. He wiggled his toes in them. Knowing that his socks were Felix, it felt kind of dominating, having him on his feet. A guy was literally wrapped around and trapped on his feet, completely at his mercy.

"Remember, you asked for this. So don't complain for what happens next." Tom said as he grabbed his boots for work.

Felix was in such ecstasy on his friend's feet. It was everything he had ever imagined it would be. "Mmmmm, love being on your feet...mmmm...." He mentally spoke. He felt every part of his feet. He tasted every part of his feet. He could smell every part of his feet. His feet had a fresh smell for now, but he knew they would get sweaty soon. He actually was looking forward to it. He loved worshipping his sweaty feet and odor. It was exciting to him to go to work with Tom like this. The best part was that no one at Tom's office would not even know about his existence on his feet. He would be completely at Tom's mercy all day long. He started to think if his friend might enjoy this experience as much as he was.

Tom smelled his boots briefly before putting them on his feet. He had this pair of boots for the past six months. They smelled of his ownership of them. After securing his boots on his feet, he wiggled his toes in his new socks. He wondered if Felix was enjoying his new existence on his feet. One fact was that Felix did make an excellent pair of socks. His feet felt good wearing them. His new socks made his boots even more comfortable than before. He then realized he needed to focus since he was getting ready for work. He didn't have time to think about how his socks felt while being at work.

Felix enjoyed his new form even more than before. He had often fantasized about sniffing his friend's shoes. He was now inside them, and it was greater than he ever imagined. The smell was so intoxicating that he didn't want to leave it. The fact that he was wrapped around the feet he had often worshipped made it even better.

For the next eight hours or so, Felix found himself supporting every step Tom took. He was completely ignored while his friend worked in the office. There was some toe wiggling throughout the day, but even that was a wonderful experience. It showed how much he was at the mercy of his friend's feet. Even as Tom's feet got a little sweaty in his boots, he absorbed and loved the taste of his foot sweat. He found his sock body beginning to smell like his owner's feet. Even though he was being ignored like a common pair of socks, he was still getting to hangout with his friend regardless. That was really the point of this whole thing, honestly.

Tom got home at the end of his day. His feet hadn't felt this good in a long while. His new socks really did the trick. He took off his boots and sat in his favorite chair to watch the evening news. He rested his socked feet on the footrest in front of him. The thought of changing Felix back to normal was slowly escaping his mind. 'Who gets rid of a great pair of socks,' he questioned himself mentally.

"I hope you don't mind, but I want to keep you like this a little longer." Tom paused with a smirk on his face. "Don't know how long just yet. But remember, you volunteered for this." He added as he continued to watch TV, not thinking much about his socks.